love how google fills in search terms for you, today for example, i ran a query for "why do girls get t"
and google finished it w/ "ramp stamps."
I felt less weird knowing others had searched this before me.
This last weekend single handedly took me off the liver transplant list
The professor just announced to the class that I talked to him in the bar on my birthday.
His little brother walked in on us. Six times.
just overheard a conversation that ended in "and that's what I learned in France" How could that not have been about sex
We had sex in the tent after his 6th beer and while we were at it we had conversations with the people outside the tent.
I never want to hear the words unlimited shots for boobs in the same sentence ever again.
No seriously stop! I feel bad for him. It isn't even big enough to make fun of. It's so small that it's like a disability.
Something about being drunk at 1pm chasing seagulls on the beach while it's raining is very calming
I think I'm making a tradition of going to every funeral with at least one sex-related bruise. I don't know how this happened.
I have bruises from doing the splits on the poles, if that doesn't scream bourbon street regret then I don't know what does
If i'm forever fucked up in this state of mind then I'm going to kill him for this
We cuddled after till the morning. Then he woke up sober... and straight.
When he said he lived in a closet I thought he meant his room was really small or something... But he actually has a queen size mattress on the floor of his roomates walk-in closet.
Do u think the bouncer will let me in with a giant stuffed snake?
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